Dennysville High School - Dentonian Yearbook (Dennysville, ME)

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Connie's Disappearance Ml The rain was pattering on the roof six years ago tonight, as it is now, when Connie mysteriously disappeared, It certainly was strange that nobody, not even the police, could trace her. It was still stranaer that a person could disappear while going from her home to the grocery store, just two houses apart. Clara Anderson, Connie's sister, was thinking of these things as she sat, rocking in her favorite rocking chair, staring out of the window into the stormy night. Clara and Connie had been living, with the chauffeur and several maids, at the home place since their parents were killed in an automobile accident, Then, one night Connie went out and never returned. Since then Clara had become somewhat of a recluse. However, lately she had longed for companionship so she advertised in the papers for a female companion. Just this morning there had been a call from Crestmont, the neighboring town, from a Miss Ellie Henderson. She said that she was interested in the job and asked if she could come for an interview. Clara consented for her to come the next morning at ten o'clock. The next day dawned bright and sunny. The mid-July rain of the night before had biven new life to the flowers and plants which had been drooping from the not rays of the summer sun. Promptly at ten o'clock ellie Henderson arrived at the appointed place for the interview, Hearing a knock at the door, Brigette, the nead maid answered. uHello, I am ellie Henderson and I have an appointment with ll Clara--cr--Miss'Andersom,u announced the v -tor, May I come in?N , nRight this way ma'am,u replied Bribette leading her down the narrow hall into the lisrary, Upon seeing Brigette and the visitor approaching, Clara, who had been reading the internationally famous book,WDr. Lhivagovb arose ana greeted theme nYou must be Miss Henderson, I can't tell you how glad I am to meet you,n said Clara. ' Nhello, miss and rson, I'm pleased to meet you too.n replied the woman. unit down, wen't you, pleaee,H invited Clara. UThanh you,n replied the visitor but she was thi king, Ueee, this house nasn't chanted much in six years., maybe I was silly to leave. oh, I nope Clara recognizes me,n nhell.u Clara Anderson was snsaxinc nnw- U1shla ent nn

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The Gauging Trip iconcludeaj This mornin, I awoke to fine myself almost completely encased in fungi. I can still move my fingers slightly, but that is about all! I just heard the phone ring and Know it is Bill,.but, of course, I am fungus-bound and cannot answer any telephone.' My only hope is that science will find some solution to combat this dreadful radiation before it spreads over the whole, earthf' W' Peter Higgins '61 Thoughts sorted from nmerson's essay, Hoelf-Aelianceu HTQ believe that what is true for you in your private heart is true for all men, ---that is 5enius.n nThere is a time in every man's educatite ln.u he arrives at the conviction that envy is ignorance, that imitation is suicide, that he must take himself for better for worse as his portion,---0 nTrust thyself: every heart vibrates tv that iron string.n nThe virtue in nost request is conformity. self-reliance is its aversioi. It iconformityl loves not realities and creators but names and customs. uTruth is handsomer than the af ectation of love. Your goodness must have some edue to it, else it is none.n nbc your work, anu you shall re-enforce yourself.n NA foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds, adored by little statesmen and philosophers and uiv1nes-' H 2 nTo be great is to be misunderstood.n nCharacter teaches above our wills.n nan institution is the lengthened shadow of one man,---.U uLet a man know his worth, and keep thincs under nis.feet.u Uln history our imaaination plays us false.n Uwe lie in the lay of immense intel11be:s,, wagon makes us receivers of its truth and organs of its activ1ty.u NIS the acorn better than the can Wnich is its fullness and C0mpl8Ul0H?u Nnan is timid and apologeticg he ls no longer upright,---U Wlf we live truly, we suall see truly.N A

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Connie's Disappearance Kconcludedl with the interview.u I After several minutes of conversation, Clara was aware of the fact that she had heard that voice before. where had she heard it? where? where? Then, all of a sudden it came to her. But no, it couldn't be, it just cou1dn't be, Connie's hair was brown, this woman's hair is blond. But still, there could not be two voices so identical. ' , . The,other woman was now concious that Clara was staring at her and she said,nI'mxsorry Clara--er--Miss Anderson, but I really must --------- 'l , e I uso I am right. You are Connie, aren't,ypu?3c Clara burst out: l ' I After a few seconds, the woman-said slowly, nYes, I V guess I am. I should have known that I cou1dn't tool you. You always were the brains of the familyf' V uConnie, why did you do itg why did you run away? You knew how much I depended upon you,n asses olara earnestly. UOh, Clara,n said Connie between tears, uiim sorry if I hurt you in any way but I just couldn't stand it here any longer. lou were so smart, always ribht, and I was so slow and poney. So, that night I said that I was going to the store and just didn't come hone, I drew all of my money from the bank and left for Chicago. I stayed there for three - years, but I was homesick for Maine. I'wanted to come back home but I just couldn't face youg so I took an apartaent in Crestmont. I wanted to see you but the opportunity didn't come until yesteraay when I saw your 'ad' in the paper. I ' decided to come here as ellie nenderscn ann, well, here I am.N ' n0h, Connie, you foolish girl. How could you ever think that you weren't wanted er that I was smarter than you?9a asked Clarag ' . ' ,. UI don't know, but can you ever forgive me?n Hof course I can,honey. Tell the chauffeur where to go- and pick up your things. everything will were out fine. A I Mary Jane McPhee '61 Limericke Ther-'s a villain who naas meat 1 us But, oh, why should we mane sac. I fuss? Yes, the jroblea is clear, Ugly fat is right here and to lose this little pest we all must. t A' Sandra Hallowell 6O